Hey everyone!!! Sorry this has taken me sooooo long to get back on here, but there's been a lot of problems. Anyway, here's my first Clique fanfic! tell me what you think!!! and this is definitely going to have a LOT of chapters! and yes i know one of the girls is named alicia but its because we had to write a short story in lit and i didnt want to write the real girls name so NO this girl has nothing to do with alicia rivera."EhmaGAWD!"
"Honey, what's wrong?"
Bridget paced her room, clothes strewn across the floor. She tore off a white Michael Kors blouse, flung it across the room and watched it settle next to a discarded Prada handbag. "Mom, I have ah-bsolutely NOTHING to wear!" Bridget's mother appeared in her doorway, hands on her hips.
"Bridget, we have to leave in five minutes. Please just put something on and come downstairs!"
"Mooooooom," Bridget complained, dragging out the word. "I can't just wear anything! I actually CARE about how I look!" Her mom just rolled her eyes and walked out of the room. After three more minutes of debating, Bridget stood in front of her mirror, ready to rate herself. Gazing at her image in the mirror, Bridget went over her mental checklist. Even though it was December, her skin was perfectly tan. Her shoulder length chestnut brown hair had been twisted into a messy chignon with curled hairs framing her face, and her five-foot-one, ultra-slim body was accentuated by a midnight blue silk BCBG minidress with black leggings underneath. On her feet were pointy-toe Choo boots with three-inch heels.
"Nine-five," Bridget rated herself out of ten. "More lip gloss!" She re-glossed and was about to walk out of the room when her phone rang. "Hello? Oh, um, hi Alicia…" Bridget rolled her eyes, wondering how soon she should hang up. Alicia was a total witch, and everyone in the eighth grade knew it. For some odd reason, Alicia thought that Bridget was her friend, and always tried to invite her places. Of course, Bridget always came up with an excuse to not go. Alicia's voice coming through the phone shook Bridget out of her mental rambling.
"Hey Bee!" Alicia's overly cheery voice always made Bridget cringe.
"Please, Alicia, how many times do I have to tell you? Don't call me Bee! My name is Bridget!"
"Sorry," Alicia replied, not sounding sorry at all. "Soooo…" she continued, "Whatcha doing tonight?"
Trying not to sound annoyed, Bridget said, "Oh, I'm going to an ultra-exclusive party. You had to be personally invited."
"Could you personally invite me?"
"No." Bridget quickly said, snapping her phone shut. "Gawd," Bridget said to her Yorkie, (name of dog), "people can be soooooo ah-nnoying!" Even though the party was really open to everyone in (name of town), Bridget was NOT about to tell Alicia that she could come. She was not in the mood to deal with Alicia tonight. This was her night. Everyone else at the party would be wearing black, like they were supposed to, but black was boring. Cocktail-like parties were bo-ring, and mostly because of the lack of color. Bridget had decided that tonight, she was going to break the rules and start a new trend. With one last look in the mirror, Bridget left her room.